Small horses

I'm an all-inclusive kind of guy.  I don't like to hurt feelings, and I don't want anyone to feel left out.  Now as most of us know, horses come in all shapes and sizes. For example: an octagon is a shape, and 144 dots per inch kinda refers to a size.

Anyway, I wrote a blogpost last time about horses of a particularly large breed.  I want to pay homage to our less-endowed equestrian friends, namely... well I don't know what they're called.  But they're little horses.

Anyway anyway, I was walking around the farm late at night, trying to find myself [literally... not some existential journey; I couldn't see anything!] and I stumbled upon this little shed.  (I'll give you one guess as to what was inside!)  Who can resist entering a shed on the back corner of a pitch-black farm near midnight?! "Not I," said the human, and unlatched the gate.

Which brings me to an anecdote from my childhood.  This is a true story:  I am an early bird.  That's not the story.  These days, I tend to wake up at about 10 A.M (which is VERY early for the unemployed).  But when I still slept in a crib, I tended to wake up at about 5:00am.  After losing interest with pretending to smoke my toy gavel (which only very loosely resembled a pipe [also, what sort of judicial decisions could I possibly have pretend-made with said gavel?]), I would climb out of said crib to awaken my entertainment.  I would proceed to enter my parents' sleeping chamber and stare straight into my mom's face.  Unsatisfied with her lack of being awake, I then would pry open her eyelids (because they're supposed to be open) and tell her to "waaaaake oooooouup."  I never understood why this bothered her, nor why she would insist on me playing by myself until later in the day.  But then again, high-schoolers often don't understand their parents.

Back to today's story.  Now that you know I have a history of being insensitive toward others' not-so-apparent desire to sleep: I found, NOT ONE, NOT TWO, NOT THREE, no wait yeah it was three.  THREE LITTLE HORSES!!!  I squealed with delight, and they startled awake.  Feeling an immediate connection to them, I decided to share with them my just-woke-up every morning habit: selfies!
  

Sorry for the blurry images.  My selfie game is much better than this at 10 A.M.  But you can tell,  despite the photos' lack of Instagram-worthiness, that they were very excited to meet me too.